AGING
we are getting older
with death latched on our shoulder
nemesis waiting in line to strike
our walls are already filled with cracks
our boots hung but never dries
karma comes with a cosmic price
our sweat now reeks of unexplored destinies
self worth? blatant fallacies
mold’s already on our feet
our mind’s losing its wit
eyes getting discolored and pale
our insanities being weighed on a scale
birds softly chorus our dirges
ahead of us is our distinct tragedies
elegy written boldly on our epitaph
six feet cold with no comforter
we are all aging
life itself is caging
and time is limitless
everything amounts to nothingness
@talk2leigh
(X & insta)
5:46am
15 May 2026
This is painfully beautiful. The imagery, the weight of mortality, the slow decay of time and self-awareness — everything landed hard. “our sweat now reeks of unexplored destinies” is a line that will stay in my head for a long time. You didn’t just write a poem, you made existence feel visible.
ReplyDeleteThis poem feels like staring directly into the truth people spend their whole lives avoiding. Dark, raw, reflective, and incredibly well written. The progression from aging to nothingness was powerful. You really have a way with words.
The honesty in this is unsettling in the best way possible. Every stanza carries this quiet doom that somehow still feels poetic and human. “life itself is caging and time is limitless” — that line alone deserves applause.
I am staring at your comment and I’m speechless, for the first time in my life someone understands the weight and depth I plunge into even when poetic expressions don’t give me time to totally express my thoughts. Thanks a million
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